Whenever I put my iPod on "shuffle" mode during my runs, it will ALWAYS play 2 specific songs during my listening time. 1. Brandy & Monica's "The Boy is Mine" 2. Linda Ronstadt's "Blue Bayou"
Is God trying to send me a message? And if so, is my life so invaluable to God is using a Brandy/Monica song to get through to me? Sheesh.
Looks pretty peaceful, doesn't it? Ever been on the business end of an out-of- control pet that charges you and your dogs on the sidewalk? Will the "invisible fence work"? Where are it's beams? Will you or your dogs die in a horrible attack? The neighbor waves serenely from the comfort of their home, while Bowser froths at the mouth. My neighborhood is a war zone now.
Well, I simply can't stand it anymore. I had a craving today for a quesadilla during my Chemistry lab, and while I was making aspirin, all I could think of was QUESADILLA! All I really wanted was a chicken quesadilla with guac from that Taco/Burrito (never really learned the name) place on Broadway and Barry in Chicago that Laura introduced me to, and I never EVER got tired of - although I really should have. Well, anyways, all Akron really has is a stupid Chipotle, and I had to settle for that.
Moral of the story - it is YET another reason I cannot wait to move back to Chi town, nevermind all my friends and my boyfriend living there.
Also, does anyone besides Liz read this blog? If not, I need to do a special dedication to you, Liz.
I have always been fascinated by how the mind works, and the different ways we comparably think, and sometimes when I am just sitting around (intoxicated or not), I always wonder if the color that I think is green is the same color YOU think is green. For instance, my green could be your yellow. It really is just the name telling us the difference between the two colors. It is also funny to think that many animals, including dogs, don't really interpret colors. They may see a little red, but mostly it is just black, white, and gray. Trippy!! And no, I am not stoned.
In honor of our Independence Day, I would like to list the things I am glad to be free of: acne (most of the time) my high school hangovers my old Plymouth Breeze junk bucket bleach blonde hair awful boyfriends affinity for the band Hanson